You are not my friend,

You are not a mate.

You're a boy who loved me .

That's all there is to say.

I never loved you back.

I never showed you, the real me.

But somehow I can't let go,

Of what we had.

Which was nothing .

You are not my mentor,

You never taught me skill,

You never asked to hold me tight,

But you did it well.

I never wanted to be yours,

As much as you wanted to be mine;

But some how though the war and blood shed,

In your in bed is where I lie.

From the day I met you,

I knew you'd be the end of me.

Tomorrow I will leave you,

But then the next, here I'll be.

I never will love you,

And most likely never would.

But no that you gone,

I really wish I could.